Abstract Stories

Fra is shaped by self-awareness, trauma, contradicting thoughts and feelings, and by being a failed nihilist all at once. He sees the world with unforgiving clarity and retells his experiences with a disgustingly honest, almost too-confessional voice; shameful thoughts, taboo urges, the parts that make us "bad" friends, and the desires we can't shake off. Therapy was supposed to fix him, yet all it ever did was make him more painfully aware of everything wrong. He knew the causes, the patterns, the diagnoses-none of it helped. He walked into every session already knowing the answers and walked out with nothing to do with them. A mind that understands itself too well and still can't heal is its own kind of hell. Despite wanting to be numb, he isn't numb enough to stop caring-yet not hopeful enough to start living the way he, or society, insists he should. Knowing exactly what's wrong yet having no idea what to do with that knowledge is only one of the many tortures his emotional intelligence has handed him. [This story is a 1st person view based one, Fra and the author are not the same person characters Like Ivan or other ones may be based on real experiences but aren't real people and made up]

Despite everything. Nothing ever happens. To be forever stuck in this abyss. Noone else but me. To be just a ripple in the unending void. The notes on the piano reverberates my prefrontal cortex. To be abandoned as I am. Still, I walk, continue forth.

Humbert Humbert if he was a lesbian teenage teleiophile. Enjoy my spiel. There are a lot of formatting errors in this, like comma splicing and sudden changes in tense, but please keep in mind this is supposed to be erratic and messy. I hope it's still enjoyable. The person this is directed to actually does have a Wattpad account that I've been unable to find! If you're my old English teacher, let me know so I can purchase a shotgun and end my misery xx. LYMI

This is an accumulation of my works in progress, finished pieces, sketches, photography, and sometimes stories. Critiquing and constructive feedback is always welcomed!

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"You can't escape from a place like this. So it's better for everyone if you'd stop trying." "I can't just give up." --- TAKES PLACE AFTER EPISODE 6! While urban exploring, Erin finds herself in an old, abandoned office building. As she wanders around, she finds an office desk with a rusty old VR headset. Blind curiosity urges her to put it on... and suddenly she finds herself trapped in a colorful hellhole, with a new body and surrounded by strangers. Quickly, she realizes that something very, very wrong is going on. And it's up to her to escape -- with or without her sanity.

Every human needs help at some point, and though no one would have never thought it, Lucy Monroe needs help. She lives in a safe zone; shielded away from our evil world and people. She has never - aside from her parents - had an actual friend and she’s as obedient as a lap dog. 
 Soon enough, she’ll realize that in helping others, she’s really helping herself. But help is coming regardless, wether she wants it or not.

What remains when the self unravels in silence? When love arrives too gently to hold, and leaves too quietly to mourn? Reflection is a collection of poems that traces the quiet undoing of a soul - through trauma, intimacy, longing, loss and the fragile hope that flickers in its wake. Structured in four parts: Dissolution of Self, Longing and Loss, Erasure, and an intimate Epilogue. This book captures the emotional landscape of someone who was almost healed, almost chosen, almost remembered. These are poems for the ones who gave too much, felt too deeply, and stayed soft even when the world turned hard. For those who held someone close, only to find themselves fading. For those who love, without conditions, without being asked to. Through metaphor, memory, and dreamlike symbolism, Reflection explores what it means to be seen, to be left behind, and to still offer love in return. This is not a story of happy endings. It's a story of truth, of emotional echoes, and the resilience of the human soul, even in its quietest, most broken moments. ____________ PART I - Dissolution of Self Identity. PART II - Longing and Loss Hollow. PART III - Erasure Presence dissolves. EPILOGUE - Mirror Reflection.

it is a story of a girl who love his boy very much. but everything mess up when he met his future husband.

A Collection of Brilliance.

With power there come words. And with words there comes music. And with music there comes joy. And that's why I write poetry.

poetry dump pt. 1

The feelings that went on paper before being processed

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"It was as if the whole world stood in silence and wonder as Everest weighed every syllable and cherished every word; he spoke eloquently and fluently with a flow resembling the water running down the Nile River, calmly calling out to the gracious moon on a clear September night's sky." ___________________ A story in which a dream comes to reality, bringing with it all sorts of complications and mysteries.

A second set of slightly more disciplined poems for you to enjoy. (Because I just can't stop them.) See if I do better in this one 😉 (sequal to: pEoms **COMPLETED**)

sometimes i scream at my ceiling. then i jot down whatever i screamed.

This collection of poems is composed of Triple Triad Poems, poetry created of three words per three lines per stanza (a kind of poetry I created myself:)). Themes that may include romance, heartbreak, family, environmental awareness, world conflict and other themes that expresses the author's emotions

a trail of poetry drawn between inward glances because i gave up on shouting myself down. | voice one: 01-13 | voice two: 16-29 | voice three: 30-36 | voice four: 37-42 | p.s. the first few poems are really bad. ~ hymn ©2020

A series of short poems that will be continuously added to each day.